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Surrender	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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When all's said and done, the fact is, at the moment, I've got it pretty good. Enough money to ensure I've got a roof over my head, enough to eat, and then some. All my personal pain is in the past. Am I over it? Not completely. But the fact I'm sane after the first twenty years of my life is blessing enough, right? Maybe there is a God, after all. 'Cause now I have seen miracles.
So it's selfish of me to wallow in the past when my best friend is so sick. I don't think any one of us doesn't look at him with at least the slightest hint of awe. And the strangest thing is, that's only increased since he got sick. I mean, going off on what could be a suicide mission while healthy was one thing; doing it while you're sick is another.
He did it for Trowa and Ronnie, completely shoving his own needs aside. And I'm sure he'd do it for any one of us. So, who am I to complain about a stupid hate crime by dumb ass idiots three years ago when there are far more important things going on now?
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Duo walked through the kitchen, waving at Marty as he passed. “Where's Fei?”
“Game room.”
“Thanks.” The house was suspiciously devoid of other people. It was barely five thirty. Most of the staff usually stayed until seven. He passed by Heero and Quatre's room and could hear their voices in a muffled conversation. He thought about checking on Heero, but he knew the Japanese man preferred to be left alone several hours after treatments. He heard music playing in the game room.
He found it odd that Wufei would be alone in there, as his normal preference was the library. He stepped a few feet into the room and paused. A table was set up with all the fixings for burgers and Duo was instantly aware of exactly how hungry he was. The door clicked shut and arms draped over his shoulders.
“Hungry?”
Duo shivered as the hot breath washed over his ear. “Ravenous.”
Wufei chuckled and moved to the table. It wasn't often he indulged in greasy foods, but he did enjoy them on occasion. A few minutes later they were sitting on the sofa, Duo tearing at his burger as if he hadn't eaten in days.
Wufei ate a much slower pace. He leaned his back to the arm of the sofa. “You almost died.”
Duo paused in the process of a bite. He laid what was left of his burger on his plate. “How did you find out?”
“I asked Sally for the report.”
“I told her not to tell you.”
“Partner Protection Policy.”
Duo cringed. He'd forgotten about that, but there wasn't much point in complaining seeing as how Wufei already knew the truth. He set his plate on the coffee table and leaned his elbows on his knees. “What do you want me to say?”
Wufei placed his plate next to Duo's. “I want you to be honest with me from now on. I know hiding is a form of protection for you and it has served you well, but you don't have to hide from me. I know you, Duo. I know who you are.” He shook his head. “But I know very little about your past. I don't know what it is that made you who you are.”
Duo leaned back and patted his lap. Wufei stretched his feet to lay them on the braided man's lap, sighing softly as deft fingers began gently massaging his calves. “I don't think I'm less than other people because of where I came from, but... it can cause embarrassment from time to time, though. If it wasn't for Quatre I never would have made it through some of those the first couple of years after the war.
“Blending into schools was easy. I could play the part of a reckless teenager, but hobnobbing with dignitaries was way out of my league. Trowa has a natural grace and silence that helped him through, Heero was trained for all scenarios, and it was the life you and Quatre were raised in. What does a street rat need to know the difference between and salad fork and a dessert fork for?”
He was silent for a moment. “I don't think you'll love me any less once you know the truth, I just don't want pity or anything.”
Wufei shook his head. “I'd never pity you.”
Duo slipped off Wufei's shoes, sliding his hands down to massage his feet. “You know most of it really.”
“I know you were a thief in a street game until you were taken in by an orphanage that was later destroyed.” He raised a shoulder. “I can't picture living on the streets. I was spoiled and pampered.”
Duo sent him a quick smirk. “Which is why you're so kittenish at times.”
“I am not.”
Duo laughed softly and looked down to Wufei's feet. His eyes narrowed as his mind drifted back to his early years. “When it was what posed as night on the colony, they shut off heat to save money, so it was always freezing. Water was rationed so baths came during the monthly rain. Very few gave to beggar kids, prolly mostly due to the fact that they already had limited cash flow themselves. There was one merchant who would give us bread he couldn't sell and a bucket of water a week for us to drink.
“Solo was the oldest and I was right underneath him, so it was up to us to take care of the little ones. When there wasn't enough food or water, he'd go out and return a day or two later with cash. He never said, and I didn't ask, but I'm pretty sure he was picking up johns. That was one of the main things he forbid the rest of us to do.”
Wufei studied Duo's profile. He couldn't imagine a life without something so simple as regular bathing. If it had been him, he wasn't sure he could have handled the life Duo was depicting.
“When we found something good, we enjoyed it while it lasted. That was kinda an unspoken rule. Don't ever get your hopes up, 'cause it only hurts worse each time you're let down and that leads to depression. I watched a ten year old slit his own throat because he got too attached.” He fell silent, shivering at the memory before giving Wufei a small, sat smile. “Is that enough for now?”
Wufei nodded. “Yes. I'm sorry I pushed you.”
Duo shook his head, resuming the massage of his lover's feet. “No, you're right. You told me a lot about your past. It's only fair you know mine.”
Wufei pulled his feet from Duo's grasp and raised up, cupping one hand behind his neck at the base of his braid and kissing him softly. He snaked a hand up Duo's shirt as the kiss deepened and both began to lose themselves in the sensation of their tongues warring when the door banged open.
They spun quickly, Wufei, losing his balance, fell off the sofa with a grunt. Duo cringed as he lookd down to him. Ronnie raced to lean over the back of the sofa.
“Are you okay?”
“Damn it, woman, have you ever heard of knocking?”
She grinned at his flushed face and slightly kiss-swollen lips. “Oh, you shouldn't have stopped on my account.”
He rubbed the back of his head where he had hit it on the coffee table. “Was there something you wanted?”
“Oh, Trowa and I are getting married!”
Duo jumped up excitedly, pulling her into a bear hug. “That's awesome!”
Wufei stood and hugged her; though much more sedate, his pleasure at their happiness was clear in his eyes. “Congratulations.”
“So, when's the date?”
“As soon as possible, hopefully within the month. I don't want to be showing too much. It's going to be small-” she cut off as Duo shook his head, crossing to the vid-phone.
“No, this has to be good. A big celebration. You and Tro deserve it.”
She sighed. “Duo, as much as I'd love that, there just isn't time. Who are you calling?”
Relena's face flashed on the screen, a bright smile coming to her face. “Duo! I haven't heard from you in forever. How is everything?”
He opened his mouth to answer and paused. He had no idea when the last time any of them had talked to her was. “Uh... when was the last time we talked?”
“Oh, heavens, I'm not sure. I've been busy with some L3 democrats for the last two months or so and before that I had some trouble with trade agreements. I guess it's been a good four or five months.”
He cringed. “Okay, um... we've been busy, too, so promise not to get mad.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “What's happened?”
“A lot. We're in the middle of a fu... messed up case. On top of that... Heero has cancer.”
She paled, mouth working silently for several moments. “When did you find out?”
“About a month and a half ago, but a seriously huge case came in on top of it. Ronnie's pregnant and Trowa got hurt.”
Relena leaned forward. “Will Trowa be okay?”
“We don't know if he'll be able to use his left hand again, but other than that, he'll be all right.”
“And Heero?”
“It doesn't look good, but it's not completely hopeless.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
He nodded. “Yes, actually. We need a woman's touch to help plan a wedding within a month. While Ronnie technically falls under the category of female, she's prolly out of her element here.”
Ronnie smacked the back of his head but grinned to Relena. “I could use some help, but I understand if you're too busy.”
Relena tsked. “I could use a vacation, and planning a wedding sounds like fun. When would you like to start?”
Ronnie couldn't believe how easy this was going. “We're on extended leave right now. As soon as it would be convenient for you.”
Relena checked her planner. “I can be there by the end of the week and spare about five days to get all the arrangements taken are of. How does that sound?”
She clapped her hands. “Wonderful.”
Relena looked back to Duo. “Would it be possible to speak with Heero?”
He shook his head. “He doesn't like being around anyone but Quatre during and right after chemo.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Has anything happened there?”
Duo's brows raised. “You knew Quatre liked him?”
She laughed. “Liked? He's head over heels. Yes, he and I talked about it before, at length on several occasions.”
“I find it odd he would speak about it to you considering your... former fascination,” Wufei said delicately.
She waved her hand. “Actually, we discussed it well after my crush had ended and I met Will.”
Ronnie leaned on the desk. “How long have you been married now?”
“Six years this November.” She backtracked for a moment. “Wait, did Duo say you were pregnant?”
“Four months in. That's why I want to sort of rush the ceremony. I'd rather not be showing in the wedding pictures.”
Relena nodded. “That's understandable. All right. I will see all of you think weekend.”
“Thanks, Relena.” She nodded and the screen turned dark.
******
Heero finished putting the freshly washed sheets on the bed and moved to pull the comforter up.“What are you doing?”
He turned to see Nancy in the doorway. “Getting the room ready for Relena.”
She huffed. “That's my job.”
He raised a shoulder. “Well, I don't have a job at the moment. Mind if I help you with yours?”
She shook her head. “Mr. Winner will be very put out with me if he finds out.”
Heero took her arm as they walked down the hall. “Don't worry about Quatre. I know how to deal with him.”
She giggled softly. “I suppose you do. On any count, she'll be here within the hour, you might want to get dressed.”
He looked down at the sweats and t-shirt that had become his every day attire. “Good idea.” He ducked into Quatre's room, which they'd moved all of his things into upon hearing of Relena's visit. He'd somehow managed to convince Quatre to go with Duo and Wufei to pick her up, and Ronnie had forced Trowa into going to the doctor when his right arm had started hurting him worse than it had been. So for a few blessed hours, he had some time relatively to himself, including the hour injection of chemo.
He grabbed a pair of jeans, a white button up shirt, socks, and boxers before heading for the bathroom. He set them on the back of the toilet and stripped off his clothes. He purposely avoided looking at his reflection as he climbed under the warm spray in the glass shower. He stood for a moment, eyes closed and head tilted forward, allowing the water pressure to softly massage his neck and shoulders.
He was looking forward to seeing Relena, but that didn't change the fact that he didn't really want people to see him as he was. The main thing he was thankful for was that the nausea had already passed and he had two days free of chemo. Of course, she would be staying through Wednesday, so she'd be there for three days of treatments.
He shrugged off the thoughts of the coming days and quickly set to bathing himself. After he shut the water off, he heard voices downstairs and sighed. He toweled off and dressed as quickly as his tired body allowed. The jeans were a little looser than they should have been and he grimaced.
There wasn't anything he could do about it at that moment, however, so he left the bathroom and moved downstairs. He heard Relena's laughter, along with the others', before he stepped into the doorway. She looked over from her perch on the sofa and her years of diplomatic training failed her as her eyes widened.
He leaned against the frame. “I know, I look like hell.”
She resumed a more normal expression and stood. “I'm sorry.”
He shook his head and moved from the door to meet her halfway and pull her into a hug. “You're looking good.”
She made a small noise in the back of her throat. “Why didn't you tell me you were sick?”
“I didn't want to tell anyone,” he answered, neither willing to pull away just yet.
“Why not?”
He took a breath. “There's no way out for me, Relena. If this doesn't kill me, something else will.”
She leaned back, brows drawing together. “Quatre explained what's going on.” She glanced to the blond who smiled. “We're going to gather together all the best doctors we can to find a way to correct what J messed up.”
He gave her a wary smile that clearly said he didn't believe they'd be able to do anything. “Thanks, Relena.” He pulled away, sure that if he didn't sit down, he would fall down. He carefully kept his expression neutral as he sat in the recliner and looked back to their guest as she sat on the love seat next to Duo and Wufei.
“How have you been?” Heero asked.
“Run ragged. I don't normally get involved in some of the issues I've been dealing with lately and I've had to do extra research to keep up.”
Duo grunted. “Politics. Better you than me.”
She laughed. “Sure, what I wouldn't give for a job that had me infiltrating bases as opposed to facing down diplomats.”
Quatre moved to sit on the armrest of the chair Heero was in. “Try doing both, just exchange the diplomats for board executives.”
“That's it, Quatre wins the contest for the shitiest job.”
The kitchen door opened and slammed. “You're not being reasonable,” Ronnie's voice was heard.
“Reasonable? They're the ones being unreasonable. The muscle will never regain strength if they don't let me use it at least a little.”
“A little, yes, but you went too far.”
Trowa came into the living room, both arms strapped to his chest. He took a breath as he saw the crowd. “Hello, Relena, how are you?”
“Better than you, I dare say.”
He grunted. “They're being ridiculous.”
“How's that?” Duo asked.
“He tore the muscle further. They said he can't use it at all until he comes back in a week.”
He turned to Ronnie. “You're taking sadistic pleasure in this, aren't you?”
She shrugged. “I told you you'd pushed too far.”
He moved and sat on the sofa. “What's on the agenda tonight?”
Duo grinned. “How about a game of Hand and Foot?”
Unamused emerald eyes landed on the cackling American. “Laugh it up. I think I'll cancel your subscription to Rogain.”
“Excuse me? I don't use Rogain.”
He smirked. “You'll need it after I shave it off in your sleep.”
Two resounding shouts of 'No' filled the room as Duo covered the top of his head and Wufei gripped his lover's braid. “Barton, some things are sacred.”
He laughed softly. “Yeah, I suppose so.” He looked to Heero. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine.”
“Supper's ready,” Marty announced.
Heero groaned mentally but followed the others to the dining room. Talk fell to wedding plans and therefore was mainly dominated by Relena, Ronnie, and Quatre. He pushed his food around his plate, taking small bites from time to time. He had worked hard to keep his up now that he was back on the chemo, but the drugs made eating an unpleasant experience as it messed with his taste buds. He drifted through the meal, hardly paying attention to the discussion.
“Don't you think so, Heero?”
He looked up to Quatre and found all eyes watching him. “Sorry, I spaced out for a bit. What was that?”
Quatre put a hand over Heero's on the table. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, just a little tired.”
“You were supposed to be resting all day,” Quatre mused. “But you didn't, did you?”
“I'm tired of lying around useless, Quatre.”
He sighed. “Do you want to go lie down?”
“No. What was it you asked me?”
“Don't you think it's nice that Trowa wants you to be the best man?”
Blue eyes widened and shot to his once-upon-a-time, one-sided love. “You do?”
Trowa nodded, a soft smile on his face. “If you wouldn't mind.”
“I... I'd be honored.” He flipped his hand over and gripped Quatre's gently. “Thank you.”
Ronnie dished some food into her fiancee's mouth. “Who else would be better suited?”
Heero's face flushed and he picked at his food again. “Who else is going to be in it?”
“Relena will be the maid of honor, and I'm going to ask Noin and Hilde to be my bridesmaids. You'll be best man and Duo and Wufei the groomsmen.”
Heero nodded, not releasing Quatre's hand as he gazed down into his barely touched food. He dropped his fork, giving up the pretense. “I'm through,” he directed to his lover.
“Do you want to go upstairs?”
“No, I want to go to the living room.” He pushed his chair back and leaned over to whisper in Quatre's ear. “Help me?”
Quatre nodded and stood as Heero did, gripping his elbow to steady him. As soon as they left the room, a collective sigh was released. Relena set her fork down.
“Is he getting the best care possible?”
Duo tossed his napkin in his plate. “Most doctors refused the case, saying it would be a waste of money, time and medicine. Dr. Weir is known, or so I've heard, for his successes with patients at such late stages.”
She rubbed her forehead. “George Weir?” They nodded. “You're right, he's the best that I know of. If anyone can bring Heero to remission, he can.” She glanced to the others. “With Quatre's help. I swear, I've never met anyone as strong as he is. I don't think I could handle this so well in his position.”
All nodded.
TBC....
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